It must seem to him that everyone is afraid of him, and that must please him.

He must think that I, too, am afraid of him--and in fact I am afraid of him," he thought, and again he felt something terrible and monstrous rising in his soul.

Dolokhov, Denisov, and Rostov were now sitting opposite Pierre and seemed very gay.

Rostov was talking merrily to his two friends, one of whom was a dashing hussar and the other a notorious duelist and rake, and every now and then he glanced ironically at Pierre, whose preoccupied, absent-minded, and massive figure was a very noticeable one at the dinner.